Thursday, January 1, 2009

My grandfather started to get sick again towards the end of 2007 and i felt myself slipping. My sister Stefanie and i lived with him to help my grandmother out there was hardly time for school, much less art. I painted probably once a week when usually i painted once a day and never really attached emotion with my works, i felt this time i needed to. I painted a crying self portrait in black and white and with more emotion and less color. Attaching a red faded ribbon unraveling around my face i thought it was complete and perfect to my standards. When asked about the painting, i wanted to cry every time. The painting was titled "Dear Grandpa" and the ribbon signified how I've come a little undone since my grandpa's death. He was in bed for almost a whole year. it made me sick to know the one who taught me everything, how to draw, photograph, and think like an artist is stuck in a bed. It makes me upset to see a man who use to take us out to the desert just to look around stuck to a bed all day. i loved him more than anyone, and im glad to know he's in heaven out of pain.

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i signed up for PHI 120 this semester and Anthony Pitucco PhD is a great teacher who reminds me of my grandpa every time i see him. He dress's proper, talks proper, and doesn't take bull but still has humor on his side. Im glad to know there are still people in this world like him.

About Me

Throughout the years I have been able to develop a relationship with
this simple medium that allows me to express myself as well as engage
the world’s eyes. My name is Lia Littlewood and I have been painting for
three years now. I was born and raised in this blazing hot town and
have enjoyed all that it has to offer both recreational and
artistically.

Using paint brushes or my hands to create a work of
art has always been a passion of mine and thanks to the many talented
residents of Arizona I have been blessed to do so. My most beloved
material would have to be acrylic on canvas due to the many versatile
emotions, subject matters and views I’m able to portray. Its nice to be
able to put a brush on canvas and show the world what’s ticking upstairs
and also have some one enjoy it as much as myself to possible own one.

I
know a piece is done when it is able to breath; when I can show the
world my oxygen to there eye. I want my piece’s to bring some sort of
peace to the viewer, some sort of reaction that involved a bohemian
feel. Fresh and not used, a new and kind of cartoonish psychedelic flow
that can change the feel of what a painting should contain. It’s always
in my best interest to use calming colors with a big punch to the mouth
of pop colors. Although my art heart has just started pumping I am happy
to be apart of the arts and teach my fellow man how to create and
express themselves.

I have wanted to join in an organization that
includes Yuma artists and new ideas. It has been a nice ride solo
selling artwork in Yuma, Tucson and online but its time to be more
serious and create art with some locals who have timeless class and
invigorating art.